Captains Celebrations (one shot)

 Louis' P.O.V.

Boyfriends.

This one fact made a smile become permanently etched across my face all through the coaches speeches and the other teams captains speech.

I mean winning made me smile but Harry just made my heart warm. It also helped that Harry linked his hand with mine.

Our attitude didn't go unnoticed but I just didn't  care.

It took everything in me not to just drag Harry away from the celebrations but we kind of had to at least made an appearance in the place Zayn had decided our 'pity party' or our 'getting smashed 'cos we winners' (his words not mine), party was taking place.

We all headed into the locker room to have showers.

I ripped off my t shirt and was about to pull off my shorts when a pair of strong arms pushed me back into the lockers and the same arms placed themselves on either side of my head, while lips  feverishly pressed themselves against my own.

I didn't even flinch before I curled my fingers though the familiar hair and tugged, while kissing back just as feverishly.

The loud slamming of my back on the lockers gathered attention from our teammates who start wolf whistling but soon started throwing various items at us to make us stop.

I could feel Harry getting hard slightly against my thigh.

I used this knowledge to my advantage as I slotted my thigh between Harry's and he whimper slightly as he ground down onto it.

Flipping us over, Harry's back made a louder sound as well as that though Harry let out a loud groan as I cupped him as I drove straight back in, tongue first.

Another pair of arms pulled me off of Harry.

I opened my eyes and saw that Liam was holding me and Niall had placed himself between Harry and me.

Harry was pouting as he stepped forward, making grabby hands but he was just met with Niall's arm holding him against the locker in an attempt to separate us.

 I stared at Harry wide eyed. It seemed I couldn't seem think of anything that didn't involve Harry.

It took me a good 30 seconds to realize Liam was speaking to me but as I turned to look at him and try and make out what he was saying Harry just smirked moved his hips slightly onto Niall's thigh.

Niall looked very affronted and looked as if he had no clue what do other then keep Harry in place.

I bolted out of Liam's loosened grip and launched myself at Harry.

Harry smiled widely before accepting my advances thoroughly, throwing his hands into my hair and tugging me further into his grip.

It lasted about 10 seconds before we pulled apart again.

I put my own hands in my hair and tugged while groaned frustratingly.

"Ok. shower. ok." I mumbled to myself as I tugged off my shorts, grabbed a towel but I didn't even bother to cover myself as I made my way to the showers.

The locker room was eerily quiet as I turned on the cold switch of the shower, hissing as the water hit my skin.

I tuned out what I thought was a few whimpers and groans as I closed my eyes and willed the cold water to calm me slightly.

As I returned to the lockers after washing my hair and body to a relatively normal state, I looped my towel around my waist.

I didn't even pay any attention to my surroundings until I was sitting on the bench beside my own locker, tugging up my shorts.